viernes, 19 de noviembre de 2010

All I wanna do is have my mind erased
I'm begging you, pleading you, stop comateasing us all
Drug company, where's a pill for me?
It reads- mind eraser, no chaser- in bright lights
On permanent leave of everything
New age goostep on a karma collision
Dulling the edge of a razor blade
What does it mean when the knife & the hand are your own?

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